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The strangest thing happened to me\u2014I had a dream about waiting for an elevator. At first glance, it seemed like nothing, just another random dream. But when I woke up, I felt shaken, almost as if I\u2019d had a nightmare. My chest was tight, and panic began to creep in. I couldn\u2019t shake the frustration I felt in the dream, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn\u2019t just a dream. It was a message. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In this dream, I was standing in front of an elevator, waiting for it to arrive. The wait felt endless. I stood there, watching the numbers light up and change, signaling the elevator\u2019s slow descent to my floor. And with every passing second, my frustration grew. I wasn\u2019t doing anything but standing there, staring at the numbers, growing more impatient by the moment. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember thinking, Why is this taking so long? Why hasn\u2019t it arrived yet? But instead of using that time to prepare\u2014gathering my things, getting ready to step on when the doors opened\u2014I stood there idle, irritated, and angry. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Finally, the elevator arrived. The doors opened, and people began stepping on. But I wasn\u2019t ready. My belongings were scattered across the bench behind me, and I scrambled to gather them. I panicked, yelling, \u201cHold the door! I\u2019m coming!\u201d \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The doors hesitated for a moment, but as I fumbled to pull my things together, they began to close again. I yelled louder, \u201cHold the door! Please, I\u2019m coming!\u201d But the doors couldn\u2019t stay open forever. Slowly, they pulled shut\u2014and just like that, I missed the elevator. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I stood there, stunned. Angry. Frustrated. I wanted to blame someone\u2014anyone\u2014for letting the doors close on me. I wanted to point fingers at the people inside, at the elevator itself, at the universe. But deep down, I knew the truth: it wasn\u2019t anyone else\u2019s fault. It was mine. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t ready. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I had spent so much time complaining about how long the elevator was taking that I hadn\u2019t done the one thing I could control: *prepare myself for its arrival. \u00a0Even though it was just a dream, it hit me hard. It wasn\u2019t really about an elevator at all\u2014it was about life. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The Waiting Period<\/b><\/p>\n

How many times in life do we find ourselves in a holding pattern? Waiting for the next opportunity, the next big break, the next \u201celevation\u201d to the next level? And how often do we spend that waiting period doing nothing but complaining? \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We get so caught up in the frustration of waiting that we forget to prepare. We stand still, idle, watching the clock tick, growing more impatient by the second. We focus on what hasn\u2019t come yet, instead of using the time we have to get ready for what\u2019s on the way. \u00a0<\/span>But here\u2019s the truth: the waiting period is not wasted time. It\u2019s preparation time. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

What My Dream Taught Me<\/b><\/p>\n

In my dream, I missed the elevator because I wasn\u2019t ready when it came. And that\u2019s exactly what happens in life when we fail to prepare. Opportunities don\u2019t wait for us to get ready. When the doors open, we have to be ready to step on. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The lesson was clear: I needed to stop complaining about the wait and start preparing for what\u2019s to come. I needed to stop blaming the circumstances, the timing, or other people, and take responsibility for my own readiness. \u00a0<\/span>Because here\u2019s the thing: the elevator will come. The opportunity will arrive. The question is, will you be ready to step on when it does? \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Don\u2019t Miss Your Elevator<\/b><\/p>\n

This dream was a wake-up call for me, and maybe it can be one for you too. If you\u2019re in a season of waiting right now, don\u2019t waste it. Don\u2019t stand idle, complaining about how long it\u2019s taking. Use this time wisely. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n